Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

bond with my child – hoping it can tell

because Roger shakes

hard on my shoulders. “I’m

Dominic” He looks

the clearing behind the

look at Roger’s face when he says my

see how grave his

blood feels like it drains from me. Like I’m frozen, again,

his gaze, and I see two dark

each other in the darkness. One covered

robes, the other…

in an instant, as fast as I can go – but I can’t

the baby in my

and my instincts kick in, making

my teeth fully bared, already elongating in

mouth

shock and puts

speaks fast. “Ella, the gift – you have to get

give me the

it breaks every part of my poor motherly heart to hand Rafe

within me screaming to hold him close, to never let

go again…

forms in the darkness has me

crying child to his godfather. Roger will

word I take off,

Sinclair

eyes open in the forest and wince as the

Fuck, I think, covering the top half of my face

morning?

I

I don’t remember going

sit up, wary,

even in

Inside at all…

all around the bright forest and down at the

hands over the crisp white linens. Where the hell am

voice says, and I whip my head up to look at her

I blink, trying to

got to be she can’t be

I ask, my voice low with awe. But

with the soft smile I

Dominic,” she says, shaking her head and coming close to me,

smiling down into my face. “You’ve

about it – you know

“Am I…am I dead?”

me, slowly shaking her head.

worried about these questions, except Dr. Hank

is fine. You’re just really,

her. But

sitting herself in my lap. My arms wrap